An Ernest Scent

Androstenol is the pheromone released by human males via the sweat glands. Although these pheromones have some mild potency for attracting humans -- particularly females who are said to be, on average, 1,000 times more sensitive to them than men -- the pheromone suffers a fatal susceptibility to oxygenation. Upon bonding with oxygen, then, androstenol becomes androstenone: an unattractive scent that repels, thus one more factor in why 'fresh' sweating men manage to attract what unbathed men after a long day's work usually repel.

But Ernest's androstenol pheromones were now 100 times stronger... and that meant not only that they affected women a hundred times more than the thousand times they already did, but also that they were far too strong to be converted into androstenone by mere, passive oxygen. The effect meant that, for every minute Ernest went after a shower, the pheromone would build up upon him until released by taking to the air. This also meant that particularly heavy concentrations of it, especially where flesh both folds and is covered, would have an exponentially stronger effect, especially in close proximity.

What this meant for poor Maggie Frost, then, was that when she tugged open the button (while Ernest struggled to offer at least some token resistance) she was hit with a smell that she was sure was that familiar, wonderful scent of a woman. "I knew it-" she began to declare as she suddenly yanked Ernest's pants down...

... and got slapped on the nose by the pinkish head of a not-a-clitoris.

Ernest had become fully erect almost as a defensive mechanism: the image of a hot--albeit violent and gay--classmate squatting in front of his crotch and undoing his belt had shot all that good, thinking blood down into his engorged cock, and now it had softly struck that violent girl in the face.

He was a dead man.

Maggie, for her trouble, stared in amazement as she crossed her eyes down to what was not the foreseen labia of an awkward trans virgin. In her head, addled by arousing touches and potent pheromones as it was, she had reasoned that Ernest was a tall, lanky (biological) girl on hormones or some such in an effort to transition. That would explain why she felt herself being excited at 'his' touch, after all; there just was no other explanation in her mind. However much Maggie respected her trans friends, 'dripping snatch' was her nourriture favorite. These thoughts looped uselessly in her mind as the truth pointed at her in a husky, accusing voice that only her ovaries could hear: You're wrong! This is a MAN (biologically speaking)!

She reached up with a shaking hand as if to confirm what she was seeing... and grabbed hold of the rod of meat.

Her vagina clenched, and she moaned against the microphone... and without meaning to, had leaned too close. The head of a penis was past her lips, against her lips and darting, surprised tongue, and her body was trembling as her confused orientation struggled with the urges of a body that had only ever reacted to dicks with utter disinterest. The smell of Ernest filled her nose -- God, was this Axe or something? It smelled amazing -- and she found herself dragging her lips off of his head and down his shaft until, with glassy, rolling eyes, she had stuffed her face in the jungle of his pubes.

Maggie Frost audibly snorted up a field of androstenol.

Jessica shook her head in complete disbelief. First of all! ... Ernest had a pretty good cock, she couldn't lie about that. It was no 'Thundercock', sure, but it seemed at or near seven inches in length and had a fair girth from her perspective. Her perspective had shifted now: she was carefully balancing with one foot on the toilet while she held herself up against the stall door with both hands, letting her peer through the crack from a high vantage point and up close enough to see the scene in full.

She couldn't believe Ernest, though! Letting this bitch handle his cock like that! He didn't even last a day before he let those stupid wishes snag whatever girl he wanted... and apparently he wanted what he couldn't get! Or at least what Jessica thought he couldn't get... but Maggie did seem quite into it as she buried her face into Ernest's crotch.

The sight was disgusting... erotic... embarrassing... shameful... lustful... and other words Jessica contemplated as she now balanced on one foot and one hand. She had felt some kind of urge to rub something like an itch between her legs... she wasn't masturbating, of course! Why would she? This was a bathroom, and this scene was disgusting! Awful...

Jessica's fingers shifted her panties aside to give her girl some air.

Maggie's thoughts were turning to mush as she continued to touch and breathe in all kinds of Ernest. The slightest shift of her weight made the moisture in her panties impossible to ignore; her body wanted this man, and fuck all if she could think of why. Her free hand caressed her breast through the bra, and the idea of just getting naked and letting him do whatever he wanted, touching her wherever he wanted, grew louder and louder-

Ernest watched... and that stern voice that had become so tiny was once again growing in volume. This... was wrong. This wasn't right... at least, not with her. What was he doing? Why was he letting this happen?

"Maggie!" Ernest finally managed before grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her away from his crotch.

Her eyelids were still fluttering as she tried to return his worried gaze. "What...?"

"You... should..." Ernest swallowed as he fought against the urge to command her to stay, "... go." Everything between Ernest's brain and dick was screaming against this advice, but he knew what he was doing to her... and it was wrong, no matter how he sliced it. He was drugging her... and unlike Jessica, she had no idea how or any way to avoid it, "Go back to class before Mrs. Chen realizes you're gone."

"That's... but you're..."

"We can talk later, OK? Just not here."

"T-Talk..." Maggie blinked, "Y-Yeah..." Shakily, she stumbled back and away from him as she looked down and checked her clothes. Excess moisture aside, everything was in order... but even she could smell herself through the clothes. She could also smell how close, and yet so far, she was from coming, "Fuck, I... I gotta go home..."

"T-That might be for the best," Ernest nervously chuckled... and earned a half-hearted glare from Frost.

"If you w-whisper a word of this? You're a dead man. That goes for you too, nosy cunt!" she yelled at Jessica's stall.

A surprised gasp, a slip, and a "Aaah!" as Jessica Edwards suddenly fell on her back and slapped the tile floor with her skull. She blinked up at Ernest and the two stared, baffled, at one another.

"Oh, great, the... fucking Queen herself. This fucking... school..." Those were the last words Maggie managed to grumble before gracelessly marching to the door, unlocking it, and beginning her escape from Eastlake High.

Ernest and Jessica stared at one another... with Ernest's cock still bobbing and pulsing for that narrowly-lost attention.

In a blur of motion, Jessica quickly stumbled about, rotated, and rose again in her stall. She unlocked her cell and all but stomped to the sink to begin washing her hands. She very purposefully disregarded Ernest as she did so.

"H-Hey-"

"Don't say a damn thing," Jessica barked back. Her head had already begun to fill with thoughts not far-flung from Maggie's, though she didn't dare give in. His stupid wishes were doing this to her, she was sure of it... and she just had to wash up and get back to class as soon as she could.

Ernest felt scolded and nearly wilted... but he couldn't let her leave with a misunderstanding.

"She dragged me in here," he started.

"I don't care."

"I didn't ask her to-"

"Shut up, Master," she muttered as she reached for a paper towel.

"I need you to listen to me-"

"I said I don't care!" she finally yelled, turning to him as she crushed the paper towel in her hand, "You've got the ring! You can do whatever you want, right? You think you can just claim me? Oh, I'm a genie, so I guess that's my fucking job now!" She drew nearer as her voice lowered, "You think you can try and date me and make the school's biggest dyke go down on you in the same week? I grant your wishes, not your fucking dreams, Master!"

"T-Then... then we're still on for our date?"

"You're... are you... what is- Master!" she finally hissed, "Focus!"

"I am focused," he confidently declared, his dick still out and now gently poking at the front of Jessica's skirt, "that's why I didn't want Maggie to continue. She doesn't know about my wishes, about my body, or about you. It's not fair to her or anyone else... but it is fair to you!"

"How is this fair?" she shot back in a whisper, her face inches from his now, "You smell... amazing."

"I-I do?"

"Yeah, you idiot... you wished for it, remember?"

"O-Oh... right."

"You wished for so much stupid shit just trying to... manipulate me. You think that's OK?"

"B-But you know what I did," He leaned forward, "I just wanted this to work between us..."

"That doesn't change... any... thmpf." Jessica ended her own sentence by tipping her head up and receiving Ernest's kiss.